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  2. Firanis searched and could find nothing no insects of an sort, even worms in the earth eluded her investigation. But as she dug she became aware of a vibration, a hum which permeated the soil. It was hypnotic, felt more than heard, seductive. Firanis sprung to her feet grew dizzy with the sudden change in orientation. She looked back at the party tending the animals and preparing to resume their journey. First Gord became aware of her, then Nyr, followed by the Sigil and Tessareah, Grod pulled his weapon, the white haired woman hand on hilt an inch of blade showing. Both Sigil and Tessareah readied themselvs. "Firanis," Gord questioned? At the sound of his voice Firanis became aware that she was bearing arms and in a combat stance, that she had covered over half the distance from where she had glanced back at them and to where they were. She didn't remember moving or drawing her weapons. Or why.
  3. Maybe he doesn't work for the gallery, or a Senator, Maya reflected, as she listened to the brief, one-sided conversation about investigations and "surveillance footage" with growing anxiety. Just who was this guy, what was he after, and why, in the name of all the holy saints and pilgrims, was he invoking her name as someone who might be associated with whatever-it-was that she absolutely, positively, most definitely had. not. done? She was just beginning to regret having followed the Park Avenue Powerlifter (seriously, where do you find suit jackets for a back that wide?!) and sort-of-intentionally-accidentally-eavesdropping when he began to turn his head in her direction. What followed was the fastest change in demeanor Maya had ever undergone, from slightly awkward spy to immensely awkward party-goer: like a child caught sneaking down the hallway for cookies long after bedtime, the tall, willowy library assistant took a too-obvious step forward in a clumsy attempt to look as if she'd just arrived by mistake. Despite the guilt written indelibly across her face, she bravely made an effort to sound surprised at his sudden recognition. "Oh, so, hey, hi. I was, uh..." She paused for a moment, pursing her lips and briefly closing her eyes before smiling and giving it another shot, hopefully with more composure. "Sorry. I was thinking we might have gotten off on the wrong foot, and I wanted to apologize. You were right, sort of. I mean, about me." She laughed, nervously, and only after taking a sip of wine did she realize she'd just emptied the glass and now had no good excuse to pause the conversation if it took a turn. "I am. Lost, that is. A little bit. A friend invited me as a thank-you, and as you can probably tell, I don't get to do this sort of thing often." ...where "often" is defined as "never." "I'm Maya. Maya Flynn."
  4. Eric's Band of Scions were early. If they got special beads from Evelynn then the others weren't aware of it, but none were too surprised when Mercedes and her Amazonian bodyguards Porche' and Acadia were walking through the large double doors towards the music walking, talking and looking like a million bucks. Bridgette, along with Horace and Aaron were loitering by the doors waiting on her and the amazons. Bridgette seemed to be their version of Nadya and decided that a dress would just be too much the norm and decided on a pair of very short shorts, a corset, fishnets, implausible heeled boots and a top hat... because fuck it, why not? Horace looked like he just rolled out of bed and landed in a pile of own shortcomings and future failures that he cleverly disguised as disheveled hair, jeans a tee and a flannel. While Aaron didn't have Mercedes's money he looked like a walking billboard for name brands, from his shoes to the Beats on head. They all went in together but where was Eric? When the limo pulled into the parking lot it was obvious who it was. Laurie Brightman, daughter of the Sun God Apollo, waited for her chauffeur and guardian, James, to circle around and open the door for her. When she stepped out and cemented her claim as the 'loveliest' of Salem High's student body. Rachel and her group were certainly happy to know she was on their side and an evil smirk stretched across their faces as they thought the same thing when they looked at Laurie in reference to Mercedes. All that money that money the Scion of Aphrodite had and she would never be able to buy herself even one sliver of class possessed by Laurie. When the radiant blonde saw them she politely smiled at them and offered a wave of acknowledgement. When Eric stepped from the limo, who certainly cleaned up nice, by the way, the sudden sucker punch of confusion found it's way across all of their expressions. Even Yokiko completely perplexed. She took his arm and two of them walked up towards the doors. "I... have no words." Yokiko stammered in confusion. "He seems, calm. Eric is always so, how do you put it? At eleven?" "Worry about it later," Nadya pushed everyone out of her way. "We have a dance to attend people! Laurie may be a bit of a prude but she is still a woman with needs. We all know the rumors, Eric is a guy who can certainly 'bring the hammer down', so to speak," she kissed two fingers and raised them to the sky. "Reference to my boy Thor, big fan, loved you in Avengers. Now let her do her, and him do her, and let's get in there and do this dance." She took Rachel by the hand and snatched up Darci's too and while backwards pulled them gently towards her and towards the big doors. "C'moooon! Let's wake tomorrow and not have any memory of what to regret about tonight!" In ever window they passed and every side mirror they ignored as they chuckled and joked on their way to those double doors, Nadya's reflection screamed and rebelled against all reason. She pounded on the surface and punched at Niles, but no one saw her. They walked through the doors none the wiser, leaving their friend to be forgotten...
  5. Yesterday
  6. Salem High had won the game (no help from Rachel) so that could only mean one thing: the Homecoming Dance was going to be lit. Screaming, yelling, cheering and full on celebrating were already cranked to eleven by the time the Scions arrived. The gentleman of the school were in a variety of outfits, from nice clothes to full on suits while the ladies of the hour were in everything from short skirts to elaborate evening gowns. One thing was for sure, wit a victory under their belt, this dance was going to be one to remember. Music boomed from the large double doors of the gymnasium. Beth didn't just take a look at the sound system she improved it and everyone within several blocks of the school who didn't like loud music was currently hating life. The Scions met up in the parking lot so they could all go in together and, of course, the ladies had to take a moment to appreciate each others choice in evening attire. Rachel looked like she'd seen a ghost that was dying to be explained in a flashback in a later post, but her and Billy looked adorable (aww). Nadya and Niles met Billy and Rachel by the car and they looked like... oil and water, but Niles was living the dream and was currently an icon in the nerd comunity of what they could acquire if they just put their mind to it and went for the gold. As a result there had been an unprecedented 2,000 percent increase in nerds asking out attractive, out of their league males and females in the school. The current success rate was also an unprecedented zero percent in accepted offers from said nerds and startling increase in Hagen Das sales and adult anime purchases from Amazon. Surely they weren't related. Facts were simple though, Niles unknowingly upset a balance and that upset had to be corrected. He had taken from Fate and Fate demanded a payment in kind and until She was got that payment... no 'nerd' in Salem would be safe. Bullying was increasing, gaming servers were crashing, anime streams were failing to load, gaming books were like a magnet for ever food and beverage out there and a natural '20' hadn't been rolled (World wide) from the very moment Niles had uttered the final syllable of the incantation that had made all his desires come true. Fisher and Darci with Austin and Yokiko met up with everyone and when the entire crowd were together they looked like they were the clique' that owned Salem High.
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  8. Aalto University, Helsinki, Finland Warm sunlight flooded through the high windows of the auditorium of the Otaniemi Campus of Aalto University. Sean had spoken first at the conference on the social and economic impacts of the introduction rapidly advancing technology and what was and could be done to reduce those impacts and make the introductions more smooth. A German scientist was speaking at the moment. With strong social safety nets, the Scandinavian nations were adapting better than most, members of the EU to lesser extent. South America was in flux, as was Africa, the vast majority of the populous receiving benefits while dictators and corrupt leaders finding their strangleholds weakening. A similar situation was affecting North American, the lower and middle-class being lifted up while overly wealthy tech CEO, Executives, Venture Capitalists, and shareholders finding their power and share of the economy falling. Surprisingly, the economy wasn't collapsing, the shrinking hoards of the uber-rich being replaced by more spending capital from the lower and middle class. Sean listened with only a fraction of her attention, enough to follow the speeches and conversations and track the positions of everyone with her other senses as she let her vision roam far afield. Her sight flowed over the vast forests of Finland, then over Norway and Sweden, then picturesque fjords along the coasts. It wasn't as cold in Helsinki as most would think, as were the southern parts of Sweden and Norway. If anything, it was more mild than Montana was at this time. She wondered if Sara would like it here. They had ended an existential threat to the Earth and the human race - and Sean could still regret destroying entities that had existed since the beginning of the universe without begrudging the necessity - yet Sean couldn't avoid an argument with Sara. And over something that seemed so... minor in the grand scheme of things, just what they each had in mind for a house they would live in, and just where they would live, and even what kind of dinnerware they preferred. Part of it was a reluctance on her part to leave the only home she had known. It was a tie to her old life, one she had grown far beyond. Enticing lips curved in a rueful grin. Sara wanted something simple, classic, almost something with a white picket fence. Sean wanted something more grandiose, futuristic. She had started looking at the works of various architects, including Aalto, for which the Finnish University was named, and believed she found inspiration that was a compromise of both her and Sara's preferences in Frank Lloyd Wright, specifically Fallingwater and Massaro House, homes built with the local topography in mind, actually incorporating it into the design. With her and Sara's abilities, they could build it together, any modern - okay, hyper modern - conveniences could be incorporated in a more subtle fashion. She would speak with Sara about it when she made it make to Shelly. Or maybe when she went on vacation. Sean had already started making preparations for some time off, days or weeks, to let IS and her other concerns to function smoothly in her absence. She needed some time off saving and changing the world. There was a mystery she wanted to investigate, a mystery that had caught her interest back when she'd been a boy, and she believed it might interest Sara too. And it would give them time to away to talk and just be with themselves. <Let me know when you want to do it, Jeane, and if I can make it, I'll show up,> Sean replied idly, her awareness - or lease her extraordinary vision - swooping south and south from Scandinavian lands to sweep high over the Sahara Desert and then low. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ The conference had ended for the day and Sean was sitting on the coping of the terrace of her hotel room, legs crossed. The snow was gone, but night had fallen and the air was brisk, the cold making itself known with the tight protuberances seen clearly beneath her thin shirt. She'd called Sara earlier, who had sounded tired after a long day working her with her dad while dormed. Sean had almost - almost - apologized for the argument, and was still considering ditching the rest of the conference to head back to Shelly and Sara. She took a sip of coffee, then pursed her lips in thought. She was making good progress at the conference, laying groundwork to make her ideas and suggestions more palatable and easier to implement, tailored for specific nations and socio-economic strata. Change wouldn't happen without turmoil - even a good deal of turmoil - but it could be managed, or at the very least, there could be something beneficial in place or waiting to be put in place when the turmoil subsided. She was somewhat concerned about the Russian delegate, Alexei Mendeelev, a noted material engineer and chemist. Definitely human, Sean had seen an energetic quantum imprint overlaying him. She had seen something somewhat similar when she had encountered Death Otter, but this didn't seem like one overwhelming the other, but rather the two working in concert, a symbiotic relationship, rather than parasitic. Other than the quantum imprint however, Sean hadn't found evidence of the Key with a cursory search. Something else to keep an eye on, if the Russian government had Keys working directly for them. Keys that could boost or enhance their locked agents and delegates. Sean arched a brow in surprise as she read the text from Kia. The text didn't convey a sense of desperation or danger, but nonetheless, Sean spun around on the coping and glided into her hotel room to pack up and leave. She considered checking out, but she might be back. She texted Kia to say she'll get back as soon as she could, then texted several others at the conference to say she'd be absent the next day, and possibly for the rest of the conference, mentioning a few other key points she'd like presented and that she'd keep an eye on the conference, time and circumstances permitting. Sean sighed in slight exasperation. It was never one thing, but a dozen. <I'll stop by there to take a quick look before we go see Kia, if you like,> Sean replied. <But Kia is concerning me more at the moment, especially with your... doppelganger gone currently. Be there in a moment.> Sean manipulated a device on her wrist that superficially resembled a watch, but obviously wasn't when a blue ray projected from it and opened into a portal. She hadn't be able to manage a true, maneuverable teleportation system comparable to the one on the Watchtower - yet- but had managed a more restricted recall device that could contact a specific portal in the growing Trans-Earth Portal System. This one was connected to the Portal at IS HQ. Sean stepped through the Portal and strode towards the nearest elevator with access to sublevel 8. Pentagon, Arlington County, Virginia Laurie Cassidy let her arm drop as the purple cloud of quantum energy dissipated, her shoulders slumping with the weariness and pain of fractured relationships. Of growing up. This was harder, hurt more, than being a bare sixteen years old and being thrust into the upper echelons of governmental politics as an alien liaison. She let the tears slip down her cheeks without wiping them away. "No matter how many times you say it, you're still Devin Jauntsen." Irregular Solutions HQ, Shelly, Montana "This is Irregular Solutions, yes," the voice on the other end of the phone replied, her tone professional, perky, and not a little sexy. Mikey decided she probably had killer dimples. "I'm Alexa - named before Amazon came up with it - and yes, we try to help any Key in need..." Alexa trailed off and after a moment, Mikey realized she was leading him towards providing a name. "Call me Mi - er Gerry Dorsey." "Gerry then." She sounded like she was taking the name at face value, but Mikey thought he heard a smile in the way she said 'Gerry'. "Gerry, this is a serious matter, one the FBI will definitely need to be apprised of. But we know circumstances can be difficult for newly unlocked Keys. I've escalated this and someone from IS will get on site as soon as possible, and that will be soon indeed, trust me. We can contact the FBI on yourself behalf, if that is preferable to you and leave you out of this as much as possible. If - and only if - you feel comfortable, can you stay on site until someone arrives? If not, that is okay, I totally understand, Gerry. No one should have to see a dead body, let alone three, let alone seeing them become dead. Get somewhere you feel safe, but please stay on the line with me, share with me all the details you can. If it's possible - don't put or leave yourself in danger, take any pics you can." Alexa gave Mikey a number he could text them to as well as an email address, both she assured him were secure and couldn't be traced back to him. Well, they probably could, but the few people who could manage it would be dangerous to Mikey in other ways and there was no need to give the boy something else to worry about. "And while we don't have an official statement on finder's fees, I'll see what I can do, especially if you are in need. You deserve something for getting something dangerous off the streets."
  9. Fi expressed interest in some day visiting Nyr's village, if the opportunity ever arose, if only to see a place with such history. And in turn, Firanis offered to teach the white-haired warrior what she knew of the Cosmologist movement, having practiced it since she was a child, taught by Camila Boyett herself. Firanis was stretching her exceedingly long legs during their peaksun break when she noted the eerie silence. "It's too quiet," Firanis mentioned to her companions, her voice pitched to just carry over the sound of rustling grass. "There should be the drone of digiflies and chiggs and other insects. It could be they sense the threat of some other dangerous beast in proximity, or..." Firanis glanced around, mainly to the north, looking to see if she could notice more subtle hints of the encroaching Darkening. Then she crept into the tall grass, crouching low as she brushed the grass aside, looking for any insects at all, alive or not alive.
  10. "Let me guess," Cara said, closing the door behind Colby and watching Marko and the old wolf quizzically. "The witches of New Orleans aren't too keen on helping you figure out who who's behind this whole 'evil magic ritual' that nearly had us all snapping at each other's throats. They said something along the lines of 'don't worry, we'll handle it,' and left you dangling."
  11. "None as powerful as the ones here," Marko said quietly to his sister. "I'm not fond of Originals coming here either, considering they all hate me one minute and love me the next. I'm gonna get changed, I think I have brain on my shirt. We'll talk about this later, definitely. ***** "Colby, you son of a bitch!" Marko skipped down the stairs, pulling a fresh shirt over his head. He passes Cheyenne and gave her a look. "Put some clothes on, you look like a whore." He kept walking barely acknowledging she existed and missing the double birds she gave him as he walked passed. Marko's hand smacked firmly into Colby's with a greeting he wasn't quite prepared for. He gave the ancient vampire an incredulous look. "You okay, son? You seem to be..." "Feeling?" Marko laughed. "Yeah, something new I'm trying. Long story." "Curse, I heard." Colby nodded his head. "Bad business, that. Whole of New Orleans knows at this point. You think it was wise to alert everyone to your, condition?" Marko shrugged with a sarcastic smirk. "All the thing does is make me a nice guy. I can still defend myself and others if need be so all it'll do is encourage the stupid ones to cross the line and we all benefit from it when I thin the herd. Bourbon?" Colby laughed and shook his head. Marko's head for strategy left a bit to be desired. "I would love some." "So," the vampire poured out three glasses of very old, very expensive bourbon for them. "What's up? What's so ominous that has you creeping around our door?"
  12. The office space was dark and quiet with but a single desk lamp to keep her eyes from straining from the monitors. She had three on her desk, the left one displays a nearly endless stream of updating emails, the right one displayed a 'Secret' logo on the desktop wallpaper where she performed her duties as the 'Alien Ambassador', sending emails and compiling briefs and documentation for those who made a lot more than her but did half as much work. To say that there were many who didn't appreciate her and the work she did was an understatement, she wasn't even a legal adult but was forced to be read into some of the nation's secrets simply because the aliens refused to work worth anyone but her. Politics was a brutal environment and Laurie Cassidy was surrounded on all sides by an innumerable amount of high society, next generation ivy league graduates that wanted nothing more than to take her place and prove that a fifteen year old girl had no place in a government office. They didn't know Laurie very well. The harder they pushed her, the harder the fiery little redhead pushed back. Her sister and her best friends were the very first keys and they'd saved the world, no, the universe, twice. She didn't know what mediocrity looked like and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone in the Capitol tell her she was just some stupid country girl. So, for weeks, long after the rest of the office had gone home she'd pour over documents, gather intel and work on compiling the future proposals for human and alien kind. That's where her middle monitor came in. Currently she was on page eleven of what seemed like an unending proposal that she needed to present to the NSA in two weeks. She read over the last paragraph she typed up, nibbling on the end of her pen as the words reflected in the lenses of her glasses. Softly she read a few of the phrases aloud, trying to make sure they made as much sense aloud as they did in her head. “Hey, Red,” came a soft, familiar voice from behind her. Her pen hit the desk with a rattle as the shock of hearing that voice along with the small fact that someone had sneaked up on her while she was working all hit her at once. She stood and turned to face her guest. Just as she thought she wasn't just hearing things out of fatigue and weariness. Devin stood there looking nervous and just touch shy for the right words. She crossed her arms and scowled at him. “Look, I know I'm probably the last guy you wanna see, but-” he staggered back several steps holding his face after her fist caught him mid-sentence. He sucked his teeth as he spun about, trying to shake off the pain of what was one hell of a left hook. She winced and shook her hand, as hitting any Key was tantamount to hitting a wall. “Ow! What the shit, Laurie.” I-,” Devin pinched his nose tilted his head back, looking at her at an awkward angle, his voice was nasally. “I think you broke my nose.” “Yeah? Well,” she pushed him even further away, causing him to stagger and almost loose footing. “You broke my heart, so fuck you Jauntsen. What was your plan? Say some more mean things to me and leave me hanging? Hmm? Maybe pop in here, say a few smooth words, make me giggle like a school girl and we'd be back to being “it's romantically complicated”? Maybe we'd make out a couple of times and be remain as vaguely noncommittal as possible so that way when the opportunity comes along you can, oh, I don't know... sleep with one of my other friends again?” He pinched his nose while trying not to give away darting eyes that noted he was already searching for an escape route in the off chance ginger rage went critical. “Okay, first of all, we weren't exclusive!” Like that excuse ever worked. Her glare could have melted a hole through him like laser beams. “If I wasn't wearing a skirt right now, I swear to god I would kick you in the junk. Who the hell do you think you are, Devin? You tell me off, in front of everyone no less, sleep with one of best friends, and then pop in like you wanna get a slice of pizza and I'm supposed to be what? Thrilled to see you? Spin about and leap into your arms in slow motion like one of your anime girls and we live happily ever after? I don't care how many times you save the world Devin and I don't care how many apologies you vomit in my direction. I loved you. I fell so hard for you and you tore my heart out. There's nothing you can say, Devin. Nothing. Don't you get it? There are no witty quips or one liners or immature jokes that are going to fix what you did to me. So please, just go. I don't want to see you.” The key lowered his head and inhaled deeply. It was never easy, no matter who you were, to hear people spout the unfiltered truth loudly into your ear holes and Jaunt, wittiest of keys, Captain One-Liner, was no exception to the rule. He pinched his nose a few times, he could boast that it would heal in a few minutes, but the simple truth was that the pain was real and it was happening now, on both a physical and emotional level and it was very real. Jaunt's immaturity was nearly as legendary as his feats, so dealing with the fall out of his own actions was certainly not easy for him. “You're right,” he said. “Laurie, I didn't come here to ask forgiveness. Those things I said, what I did, I own them and they hurt you. I needed people to believe I went rogue and I was so wrapped up in being some undercover super hero I didn't think about who might hurt getting there.” “And Lily?” She asked sternly. Devin chuckled. “I'm not apologizing for that. Look, I'm sorry that you were hurt as a result of mine and hers actions, but Laurie, we we not together. I was asking you, and asking you over and over if we were a thing. Over and over you played it off coyly and never gave me a straight a answer. What happened between Lily and I was not something we planned, it just happened and hate me of you want, but I don't regret it. My biggest problem in that whole mess was that I fell in love with both of you. I wanted my cake and wanted to eat it too, and that makes me a colossal douche'.” He took a step forward unafraid of a fist that might find it's way to his face. Laurie took a step back as she started to cry. She tried to cover her face but that never worked, instead she just let the tears flow while she covered her mouth to partially conceal her crying face. “I came to tell you that I am sorry for all the hurt I caused you and that frankly you deserve better,” he paused and sighed with self-realization. “You both do, and I hope you find someone who treats you with the kindness and respect that I didn't. That's alI came to say, but... should you need me, Red, I'll always be-” “Just, go, Devin.” She pointed to the door. “Go.” He took a step back from her and she could feel and see the spatial distortion forming around him in preparation for one of his famous teleportations. “It's Jaunt,” was all he offered as a farewell before disappearing in a purplish 'bamf' of quantum energy.
  13. Last week
  14. *Cleveland, Ohio, Day of the Transportal Expo* If Lilly was perceived as the 'public face' of the Irregulars, Jeane had become their friendly Bigfoot since their escape from Pandora's Box, the towering blonde flashing through a different city or three every day with a smile, a laugh, and two simple questions before she blurred over and between the architecture of her hosts, sampling the local food, and running loops seeing and being seen in vibrant shades of red and white and blue, a bit of summer in a loosening winter. Generally seeing and being seen. Her questions, the ones that had a certain section of the population with a certain skill set buzzing? "How would you get there from here without breaking something? Mind showing me?" She had asked her question of the first crew of freerunners she had encountered once popping out of James' warp, crackling into existence atop a near-by wall with a wave just after they finished stretching, and happily volunteered to take tail duty. The first caveat had become a regretful necessity after some of what she still considered her peers despite how much more she'd become had tried... impressing her by being stupid. That was *not* her brand of Parkour, and if anyone kept it up after a warning… Crackle and she was gone. Thankfully this was not one of those runs, and she followed, restricting herself to the pace and possibilities of their slowest member, blue eyes drinking in the route they showed her. She'd be back. Later. Push herself without cheating her way via teleporting. Shave seconds off her time with each and every attempt. Be better. Oh, yeah this was a cool group so... Her phone vibrated in her pocket, the one with only a dozen very important contacts on it, bringing her pleasant musing to a halt even as her body kept up her ascent and pulled herself onto the latest roof. "Hold up a sec, guys. Gotta take this," she called, bringing her hosts to a stop as she popped out the offending device, frowning as she recognized the very very important message on a phone that had as much to do with a commercially-available model as a chariot to an APC. Shit. Okay. This wasn't bad. Not yet. "Something wrong?" volunteered the leader of the crew, a guy who looked like he was really pushing his confidence interrupting her silence. The blonde forced a smile and a chuckle, rubbing the back of her hair, "Nah. Just Key stuff. Someone else needs to take tail, okay? Gotta go." And without another word, she was gone, chasing an eerily familiar story about a young Key who stumbled over a secret and determined to see what else the others picked up by the time she got back to HQ.
  15. --==[The Dance Loft - Miami, Florida]==-- Maria staggered into the restroom a the dance studio, holding her head and wincing in pain. The headache was excruciating, sending Maria to the cold tile on her knees. She had been having headaches lately, and they seemed to be getting worse, but she had had chalked it up to a too much caffeine or too many energy drinks to fuel the long nights out, but this was different. Her mind jumped to thoughts of blood clot in the brain or a stroke or something even worse that just did know about. That was for the few seconds that she could still think at least, before everything went black. The grimace on her face slowly faded as she returned to consciousness, the tension caused by the pain receding as her eyes blinked open. She lay there, on the tiled floor of the restroom and sneezed as the scent of the time released air freshener hit her like a punch in the nose. She never remembered it being that strong, and for that matter, she remembered the walls being better insulated, and yet she could hear the music of class she had just left better than she ever could before from in the restroom, and several more classes as well. On top of that she could feel somebody staring at her through the gap between the wall and the door of the bathroom stall as she vanished. Maria was, in fact, still standing there, though even hyper-perceptive Keys would be hard pressed to tell. Maria held up her hand and looked closely her palm and the back of her hand for a moment before noticing that there was no reflection of her in the mirror anymore. She stuck out a finger and pressed it to the mirror, passing right through it. "Wha-?" the girl in stall stammered in surprised by Maria's vanishing act, followed quickly by a flush. The pain in her head was gone, but somehow was replaced with a sudden clarity. She somehow just knew that she has become a... "Key" was the term she had heard, and she instinctively knew what she was capable of now. She felt... awake, strong, energetic... She had won the genetic lottery and become like those super people she saw on tv! The implications of were just beginning to race through her mind when Julia, a fellow aspiring dancer and student in the same dance calls as Maria, exited the stall. She looked all around cautiously and then raced out of the restroom and back to the studio. Maria followed, reflexively walking to the doorway, and then right through the closed door. "Uhh.. some girl in the restroom just vanished." Julia announced to the class. Maria sighed, though nobody could hear it. She had been taking the same dance class with Julia, three nights a week, for two years now, and she did not know her name or even recognize her as being in the same class. Unfortunately, this was nothing new for Maria. She had been looked past and forgotten all her life, no matter how well she danced, how hard she tried to look her best or a plethora of other things. She was not ignored, because that would take actual effort. Instead, she was utterly and remarkably average in appearance and charisma, just another face in the crowd, rarely getting any sort of recognition, and it had chipped away at her self-image and confidence for years now. "Yeah. It was me," Maria said as she became visible again, causing the class to gasp. "Where did you come from?" "How'd you do that?" "You.. You're one of those "Key" people?" The questions came rapid fire and, for the first time in her life, outside of family events, she was the center of attention. She displayed her newfound abilities like they were parlor tricks as the other fawned over her, or more accurately, the spectacle of a Key first hand, for some time, until the end of class came and the other students had to get going, making room for the next class. With a smile on her face, Maria vanished and walked around, listening to the girls talk as they left. "Who was that girl?" "I dunno. She must have just wandered in off the street." "Didn't you get a selfie with her?" "Yeah I did.. Huh... it's just me in the selfie..." Maria silently sighed again as she came to better understand that her abilities where really just an extension of her regular self, even to the point of causing people to forget her, what she looked like, and obfuscating her from cameras. It would be hard to get any degree of fame or fortune when nobody could film or even remember you... Maria picked up her bag, causing it to vanish from view as well, and began to walk home with tears welling up in her eyes, utterly unnoticed by every pedestrian and motorist...
  16. "She what?!" Fisher and Darci were in Fisher's basement again, as they often did when hanging out. This time, Fisher was telling her stories of the Band's past exploits. "Spear-Finger broke my neck." Fisher patiently repeated, only to be surprised (or was it his plan all along) by Darci frantically massaging his neck the same way she did at Evelyn's shop. "I'm fine. It just hurt a lot. And those bruises you saw that evening were all that was left over." Darci withdrew her hands, making a small noise in acknowledgement. It was beginning to sink into her head now about what Fisher had said earlier about the reality of what he did and how dangerous it was. Totally non-Disney nastiness. There was a brief silence. Fisher knew both of them had their beads with prom accoutrements within. His revelation wasn't going to stop them from going, but... as what? Maybe they could figure it out later. "We need to leave soon." Darci observed, speaking for them both. "All right." Fisher got up and offered her his hand. "Shall we?" She took it. Maybe there was some hope.
  17. --==[Manhattan, New York]==-- "Okay....," Mikey stepped away from the gun and looked at the vacant hallway where mystery dude just upped and poofed. "Think, Mikey. Think. Is this shit really so strange? I mean... you were just on fire... so, there's that. The hell though?" He walked around looking at... well, he had no idea what he was looking for. Dude was here, now he's not, but he left a gun. The gun. His thumb slid across the screen of his smartphone, his fingers tapping in a few keys for a Google search. He tapped the number Google provided and waited for someone to pick up while he paced around. The police would be there soon, but they never negotiated stairs very well so he figured he had some time. "Uh, yeah," he began as a receptionist answered. "Uh, hi, look uh, some dude was just on a roof top sniping people and then teleported away when I confronted him. You guys have people that handle this sorta thing, or is it like an F.B.I. thing? This is Irregular Solutions, right? The mutant group that helps other mutants? Cuz, seriously lady... I have no idea who to call right now, three people are dead and if this dude it teleporting, there's no way regular police are gonna find him. He left a gun behind, weird kinda tech on it... is there a finders fee?"
  18. *Irregular Solutions, Inc HQ* Lilly sat back and listened to the presentation about what had happened to them all, considering what they said. There were indeed changes the Keys, the Irregulars included. Since their return Lilly had noticed more looks then before. She had always been fit and, pretty good looking, but now the increase in attention was obvious, as were the willingness of people do things for her. She seemed to instinctively understand just how to behave with people of different cultures and backgrounds, garnering a good impression with them. Even her mind had sharpened. She was a pretty good student and understood many of the out-there concepts that had become a part of their lives, but now things were on a new level. Her own theory on the changes was fairly simple. If energy could be destroyed, then all the power bound up in those Titans had to go somewhere. Considering their own reality bending abilities, it would not be a stretch to consider that it washed through the universe, releasing the primordial energies and changing things, especially those sensitive to quantum, such as the Keys' nodes. That, or it was their gold star sticker give by the universe as a reward for fixing the problem the Titans posed. You know. Whatever. Taking in what was explained, she simply added to the other things she was thinking about, such as preparing for her trip with her parents to Tokyo for the opening of the transportal. Though Sean had given speeches at the United Nations and written scientific papers, Lilly still tended to be the more public 'face' of the Irregulars (and to a lesser degree, Keys in general) to the masses. Lilly was not an utterly unearthly beauty like Sean, nor was her presence so overpowering as Sean's either, whereas Able, due to his enhanced intelligence, had become a bit detached. Lilly was still clearly a Key, but was a natural leader even before her Unlocking, and was far more approachable to the average person. Lilly's pre-unlocking background, her activities and feats before and since, and the fact that she was one of the most powerful Keys in the world, she had become something of a role model as well, which Lilly was not still fully aware of, or at least fully believed, and it was that humility which only endeared her to the people more. As such, she was in demand more and more for public events, such as the opening of the Tokyo Transportal, as well as endorsements and offers from all manner of companies. She did not mind the public appearances, as she knew that it they were in a very delicate period as the masses came to accept the existence and presence of Keys. Anything she could do to make people feel more and ease with, and accepting of, Keys, including closing the gap of division that some Keys, even her own friends to a degree, kept insisting on making, she (usually) gladly did. (She was still a teen, after all). Once the meeting concluded, Lilly offered her help any way that it would be needed (which went without saying among her friends), and set about preparing for her trip. She was excited to see Japan and get to really experience, as anywhere the Irregulars went for 'work' were always just in and out. The only real recreational trip she had taken was with Devin to Australia... and some beach house somewhere... Later in Tokyo... 'Sounds good. Maybe the US Virgin Islands? That way those without passports have no headaches.' Lilly thought back.
  19. Nadya drove away from Evelyn's in her lemon yellow - a very ripe lemon, perhaps - '69 Mercury Cougar, surging with excitement and pique as music blared from the speakers, currently the sugariest of pop. She had a slamming dress she couldn't wait to show off to Niles, but Evelyn hadn't shown her how to do that Fairy Godmother Bead Tricktm, hadn't even mentioned it and Sylvia Sylph had just smirked. But she knew where Evelyn's was now... if it didn't disappear in some Hogwarts bullshittery. Maybe she'd be able to take a look around some time, maybe find a book on Sweet Conveniences 101. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ "No way!" Todd exclaimed. "Way!" Niles countered, nodding animatedly. "It's all real. You can see it in her eyes, she's not pretending or faking or anything. She really loves me. And when she dragged me back to her car..." "Did you nail her, Nails?" Todd asked as Niles trailed off in remembrance, a silly grin on his face. Niles shook head, collecting himself, though his face went deep red. "Everything but. She... she manhandled me. Nadya doesn't look it, but she's like, crazy strong. And I'll tell you something else - they do NOT feel like bags of sand." He knew it wasn't gentlemanly and he was embarrassed talking about it, but Niles couldn't help but give Todd some of the details and highlights of his encounter with Nadya in her car. And he ended saying too much probably, judging by how sweaty Todd was looking. "And she promised tonight was going to be even better. She had something planned." "Dude! You have to let me use the Book!" Todd pleaded, eyes wide in yearning behind his thick glasses. "You went with Nadya and that's fine - she's hot, has a bit of an edge with the thievery and slight gothiness without being scary enough that she might kill you as soon as kiss you like Bridgette. But I could get, like, Lexus or Caprice, or the head of the Pink Slips herself, Mercedes." Niles saw the dreamy look in his friend's eyes, but hesitated. He had something that Todd didn't, something that impressed Todd and others at school. He liked that feeling, and wanted to keep it for a while before possibly sharing it. "I dunno, man. Nadya wasn't with anyone, but Mercedes goes out with Eric. He'll break your face if Mercedes suddenly starts going out with you. Maybe you should make a pro and con list of the other girls in school," Niles suggested to distract Todd from asking about the Book. "It's a big decision - you don't want to mess it up. Unforeseen consequences and all that." Todd took the bait and Niles let out a private sigh of relief. Todd was at it for a while, with Niles occasional input and suggestion - he couldn't help himself - when there was a soft knock at his bedroom door. "Niles, your... friend is at the door," said his mother, disapproval strong in her voice. Niles almost stumbled down the stairs in his haste, Todd right behind him. They found Nadya standing by the front door, dressed in tight, black jeans and a faded band t-shirt, rocking on her heels in anticipation. When she saw Niles, her silver-grey eyes gleamed and her lips curved in a wide grin, which turned just a touch cynical when she saw the lumbering Todd behind him. "Hey, Niley!" she squealed, pulling him into a hug and making a point of giving him a kiss in front of his mother and Todd. Nile's mother harrumphed and walked into the kitchen with a scowl. Todd stared, still disbelieving the clear evidence of his eyes. "I thought you'd want to come with me to the game, watch Rachel kick some ass." "Uh... oh, yeah, sure, sure, we can do that," Niles stammered, flashing Todd an uncertain grin over his shoulder. "Can Todd come, too?" Nadya gave Todd a scathing once over. "I'm sure he does, often and preemptively," Nadya drawled. But when she noticed how much it mattered to Niles, she relented with a roll of her eyes and nodded. "Fine." Then she leaned in, her lips close to Niles' ear. "Just to be clear, we aren't going to the game to watch. It's to show off that you have a girlfriend. A girlfriend that cleans up real nice for the Dance. Niles blushed again at her words, then deeper when she pinched his ass and chuckled. "Let's go, dweebs." They headed out the door to Nadya's car, Nadya stopping to point at Todd then a side table. "No drink or food in my car." Todd looked down at his super-sized triple thick milkshake, still half full if runny, then back at Nadya. "I see you with food and drinks in your car all the time." "My car, my rules, and I'm the one who cleans it," Nadya countered firmly. "The drink stays, you do, Todd." Todd was going to mention when she and Niles were up to in the backseat earlier this afternoon and that one dripping milkshake wasn't going to make the difference. But seeing Nadya's glare daring him to say it, he wisely swallowed and set down milkshake. Nadya's smile was as sharp as a razor blade. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Nadya and Niles (and Todd) sat in the bleachers, way up at the back, none of them paying attention to the game. Nadya had pulled out a thick blanket from the trunk of her Cougar and she and Niles huddled under it, only their faces showing, cooing and fawning over each other. Todd couldn't only imagine what they were doing under the blanket, and from the look on Niles' face, some of what he was imagining had to be true. Todd wasn't the only one who noticed, but Nadya seemed immune to snide comments, and while Niles wasn't, Nadya got in her own cutting remarks in his defense. Todd really needed to get his hand on that Book. Nadya still seemed like the same girl - mostly - just with an ardent devotion to Niles. Nadya was coming back from the concession stand, having grabbed some snacks for her and Niles. She was passing behind the bleachers when a schoolmate was suddenly looming over her. He had a name, she was sure, but everyone called him Biff. He looked way too old to be in high school and even if he wasn't balding, it still seemed like he was. He leered down at her. "Mercedes must've told everyone you're a slut, but this is the first time there's proof," Biff growled, his eyes hungry. "How much is Niles paying you, Nadya? If I beat the shit out of him and throw him in a dumpster, can I take his slot in your slot?" Nadya carefully looked around, making sure no one was in sight, then set aside her snack and drinks. Then smiled up at Biff, her eyes glinting dangerously. Biff didn't notice, his eyes on her sleek curves shown up in tight clothing. "Biff, poor dumb, fugly Biff," Nadya cooed, emphasizing her faint accent. "You might have a foot and a hundred pounds in Niley, Biff, but you aren't half the man he is." She'd been surprised by that. Niles might be thin and barely taller than she was, but he had nothing to be ashamed about down below. Then she kneed Biff in the balls. He collapsed to the ground with a whimper, but Nadya picked him with a single hand around his throat so that he was eye-to-eye with her. Through his pain, Biff's eyes widened when he found a point of a curved knife a bare hair from his eye. "If I hear you've touched Niles, looked at him funny, or even if your shadow crosses his," Nadya said in fierce, harsh whisper, "they'll never find your body. Now, fuck off, Biff." Biff blinked and Nadya was already striding away, an extra swing to her helps, snacks and drinks balanced in her hands, humming brightly, ignoring the voice in her head saying she'd gone too far. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Todd came back from the bathroom and found Niles and Nadya gone. He peered up over the top of he bleachers, but couldn't spot Nadya's yellow car. "Dammit!" ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Nadya finished helping Niles get ready for the Dance, straightening his jacket and brushing his hair to give it a bit of flair, instead of just being slicked back. When he'd mentioned his suit being green, she'd been afraid it was going to be a mint-green travesty, but it was a dark forest green that fit him quite well. He didn't look half bad - with her on his arm, he'd look almost debonair... if he didn't have the bowtie she couldn't talk him out of. "Now it's my turn to get ready," Nadya said with a wink. "Don't worry, you've lucked out. I'm a girl who doesn't take forever to get ready. I'll be back in a minute." Niles looked around, not seeing a garment bag or anything, just Nadya's small pack that couldn't hold a pair a shoes, let alone a dress and other accessories. "But, um, how--" She silenced him with kiss, then waggled her fingers as though casting a spell. "Secret. You'll see." Nadya strutted into the bathroom across the hallway and pulled out the bead. She gave it a lingering look - she really wished she knew how to make one - then placed it on the tile and crushed under her heel. The magic swirled up and encased her in her prom dress, styling her hair in a long tail of thick ringlets that almost brushed her ass, subtle highlights of colour in the sable curls. Nadya's mouth opened in a silent scream of pain. Hands closed into tight fists, Nadya barely having the presence of mind to pull them off the sink so she didn't crack the porcelain. After a long moment she closed her mouth, panting. Her ears throbbed and she noted a several new piercings showcasing dangling earrings. But that was the small pain. Bigger pain came from her mouth and she felt something clicking against her teeth. Nadya opened her mouth and looked in the bathroom mirror. Her tongue now had what looked like a small, ruby stud. The biggest pain came lower. Nadya looked down, then brushed her hands over the cups of the corset of her dress. It didn't show, but she could feel the piercings there too. That bitch Sylvia Steelface the Sadistic Sylph had added some extra piercings somehow. She'd get her back somehow. Nadya strutted out of the bathroom, her strappy five-inch heels improbably silent and found herself face to face with Niles' mother. She didn't think Nadya was a suitable friend for her son, but she had to admit to was dressed up impressively for the dance, even if she was showing too much cleavage and leg in her opinion. But on the other hand, she seemed genuine in taking Niles to the Dance instead of making fun of him or taking pity on him. "You are not who I'd want to my son to go to the Dance with, but if you hurt my Niles, girl, I'll end you," she said with fierce, motherly threat. "If anyone hurts Niles, I'll end them," Nadya replied, and Nile's mother took a step back with the vehement threat in her tone. Then Nadya smiled and swept gracefully around her. "But now, Niles is going to have the night of his life. Don't expect him back for curfew." Nadya sauntered into Nile's room and twirled, showing off every angle. Niles could only stare as a vision of a Disney Princess from Tim Burton's most feverish dream. Dressed dark and revealing, her flesh pale and vibrant, her lips a startling deep red, the corset of her dress giving her a distinct hourglass figure. "Wow!" Dreams do come true. Watching Niles' reaction with a satisfied smirk, Nadya didn't see her faint reflection in bedroom windows screaming at her.
  20. ***The Angelo Estate*** Colby steps inside and takes his cowboy hat and grins at Cara, "No longer, Miss Cara, I am retired." He shakes his head still looking at Cara his eyes crinkled at the edges, the grin even bigger than before, "And you are still the most beautiful creature I think I have ever seen." He looks beyond her, "Is your brother here, the three of us need to have a talk."
  21. Cheyenne was totally creeped out and suddenly very self conscious about the way she was dressed. She didn't say anything she was too scared to speak. “Don't you worry child I have had plenty of time to learn restraint. My name is Colby Walker and I'd like to speak to Marko and Cara if they are home.” "It's all right, Cheyenne," came a female voice from further inside the house. "You can let him in." As the girl opened the door up and stood aside, Cara Angelo sauntered over to it, not quite giving Colby enough space to come in without pushing past her. She looked the werewolf up and down. "Look at you," Cara said with a smile. "All grown up with a pack of your very own. Is it everything you thought it would be?" She stood to one side and gestured, inviting him in personally. "I wouldn't have expected you to pick this particular night to pay a visit, but do come in. Can I get you anything?"
  22. Dan had spent the Afternoon making calls, getting everything ready, and ensuring that his cousin was fully informed of what they knew. He'd grown weary due to having to be around vampires and witches today, preferring his own kind, or no one at all at this point. He'd have hunt alone if forced, but that wouldn't be the case tonight. He'd gone to fetch Emily as well, per her earlier request, and she waited patiently with him, noting that he'd not foregone all the things of civilization, which was a good sign. The tell-tale signs of a gifted trapper and swamper were everywhere around his home, and reinforced the value he seemed to place on his heritage. He smiled as he saw her with a cooler of supplies. "I don't know why you're bringing that, not like we're gonna need it, where we're goin', or with what we're gonna be doin'." he said with a smile. Still he'd helped her with it anyway. something good and normal to eat after waking up with the taste of the evening's festivities wasn't a bad idea really. Miss Emily chuckled. "Not the first one to think of it." She herself had made some sandwiches for in the morning, placing them in the cooler. Maeve had shown up as well, just before they were preparing to leave. The Three older werewolves weren't left alone, and so, the quartet took the ride out further into the marsh. Without any frame of reference, Karen would probably be unable to find her way here again, and soon they came to a small gathering of boats, which were all mostly empty, many of the other members of the pack. Only Emily and Dan could likely find their way here on foot, or as he was clearly doing now, from actual memory. The Full moon was a social occasion, just not quite like it was for regular people. Dan helped them out of the boat, and tied it off to the steel tie bar the other boats had been tied to, and chuckled. Few places but the marsh would anyone just leave their boat with keys in it. Here though, everyone knew everyone, and the first one to cross any of them would feel the full fury of the Pack.
  23. The cold wind of the gathering dusk faintly the bits of Karen's exposed flesh despite the layers she was bundled up in, one dark eye on the moonrise timer ap on her phone and the other alert for the return of her host. A boat, their transport for the coming evening to the gathering, bobbed faintly up and down, bird song transitioning from the day chorus to the evening chorus. after the nonsense of today, the leeches who filled her with righteous ire despite herself and the witches she didn't know right from left about, she was... looking forward to this. Honestly. And as soon as Dan got back, she'd help lever the cooler full of supplies down into the boat, and be on her way with him and whoever else he brought. At least the girl was apparently safe now. That had brought a genuine smile to her face. If her family didn't post a few guards with whatever you needed to kill witches and vampires tonight and tomorrow... She couldn't even...
  24. Agent Twelve took a step back as the flaming boy stepped forward. This was all wrong. people did just burn without burning up and they certainly didn't fly but this one did. Twelve panicked. "Exitant! Exitant Immediant!" She shouted and stepped back again as the boy seemed to reach for him. As Mikey flicked his fingers the man shouted gibberish and took several more back ward stepss then Mikey saw the air behind the man ripple and in a blink the man seemd to shrink into nothing ness like he had fallen into a bottomless hole. Inferno just stood there not really believing what he had just seen. he looked around. Yep the guy was gone, but over there on the floor was the rifle he had dropped when Mikey had run into him. Mikey went over and looked at it, he didn't touch. It was an old style bolt action but the scope was very modern, too modern. The serial number on the breech caught his eye. "Hmmph" he grunted. It was in what looked like Roman Numerals.
  25. "What?" Mikey asked back. "Who what?" Realizing that he was a guy on fire he thought it might be best to diffuse (hehe) the situation a bit. Either way, bro was going to jail, no point in letting the guy accidentally burn himself trying doing something stupid. He looked to his hands. "Oh. This?" He waved them about and the made that wooshing sounds flames make when you wave them around. His accent was gone as he dropped the hood rat mentality in lew of something a bit calmer. "Yeah, it's fire, bro. Totally real, and it will burn you. Me? No. But you? Oh, hell yes. And what the hell, dude? Are you like the dude on Netflix who goes around killing people? Did you lose family to muggers or some shit? I get it, those people suck, but killing? Dude, that just makes you as bad as the people you're trying to stop. Give it some thought when you're in lock up. I hope this experience changes you, man." He took another step and flicked his finger a few times forward to indicate for the man to turn and start walking. "C'mon bro, getcho' stride on."
  26. "I do." She said flatly, standing in the doorway looking like living medication for ED. She'd just been lounging all day so she didn't bother dressing in anticipation for any adulting. Yoga pants that hugged her skin and a short tee that did little to hide her midriff where a sparkly black gemstone shaped like a heart glimmered at the piecing in her navel. Dennis caught himself staring, and didn't care one bit. It wasn't his fault that whatever powers the young woman acquired made, nay, practically forced, people to stop and oogle for a moment or two. Marissa seemed used to it at this point. He motioned past her. "May I?" "Sure," she said lazily, stepping aside with the door to let him in. "My parent's aren't home if you wanna fool around." "Very funny," he said with an amused smirk as he took in the Jauntsen home. Marissa smirked back as she closed the door. She walked past her guest and he couldn't help but notice that the rear of her yoga pants said 'NSFW' across the cheeks. She collapsed back onto the couch, curling her legs up close while leaning against the arm of the sofa all comfy like. She grabbed her phone and swiped the screen to unlock it. "So, Mr. Carpenter, let me guess. You have a commercial I'd be perfect for... all I have to do is blow the director?" "Wow, aren't you a ray of sunshine," he motioned to the loveseat that was just at a right angle close to Marissa. She offered a dismissive gesture awarding her approval for him to have a seat. The Jauntsen's, despite their obvious problems, kept a very clean home and the home itself was certainly a bit more pricey than most of the others in the Shelby area. "Your home is quite lovely, by the way." "Thanks," she didn't look up from her phone. "Mom and Dad both have pretty decent jobs. Mom teaches and my Dad does like, Forestry or something? Good money in telling people they don't have a license so you're keeping their fish. Who knew, right? Anyway, they both make way over ten bucks an hour, so we're pretty much the richest people in Shelby. Like backwater Kardashians... oh, we also have all our teeth, so the native Montanans practically worship us." "Good to know," he chuckled. "You seem, and I'm just spit balling here, irritated. Did I come at a bad time?" She slapped her phone down on the arm of the sofa. Before Dennis realized what he'd unleashed by rubbing Marissa's particular lamp of neurosis the genie of her crazy side was already out and granting wishes in the form of answers. "You know what? Kinda, yeah. My brother and I get home and drop the big reveal on my parents that their twin children are gods, gods!" She clenched her fist as she emphasized that word, glaring at a silent Drew Carey on the screen, daring him to challenge the appraisal of herself. "And you know what they're reaction is to hearing their daughter has tapped into the very essence of the Primal Wyld and their son can manipulate time and space to exists instantly in any location he pleases is? Do you know what it was?" "Ah," was all he managed to muster. "Of course you don't," she cut him off, talking over his... mumble. "Because you weren't here for the fiasco that was dropping the bomb of reality on my parents, who after being transported to another planet in order to hide from the buttface Titans of Eternity still, for some dumb ass reason don't seem to want to embrace the fact that their children are not normal anymore. Mom went back to work, still comes home, preps dinner, yells at me to pick up my shoes on the stairs. Dad does the same and not once, not, once has either of them posed the simple question of: so what can you do exactly?" "Per-" "Oh, and that doesn't cover my asshole brother who, like always, as soon as him and dad get loud with each other, he decides to just stormed out. Now, however, instead of him running into the garage or up to his room to wank off to Japanese drawings or his one, one," she thrust a single digit in Dennis's face who had to lean back to avoid it. "Picture of that skanktard Lily Pryor, ew, by the way, he fawns over over much, he just pops over to Rome, or South America... thousands of miles away. But can he pop back home to take his loving and adoring sister out to Paris for some shopping and a decent cup of coffee? Oh, heeellllll, no." "May-" "And you know what else? Mom didn't even wash my skirt like I asked her to, so I had the perfect outfit planned today but," she waved her hands down her frame to indicate a cue for a once over. "Here I am, still in my pajamas because she couldn't do one. Simple. Little. Thing. I've had to rearrange my whole day. We're out of mocha K-Cups, I can't find my favorite lip gloss and this day is pretty much completely wasted. UUGGHHH!" She tensed up and clenched her fists and vented her rage. Drew Carey was on the screen and they got a close up of him laughing with one of the contestants. Marissa flipped him off, as if Drew was mocking her pain, and screamed at the TV. "Oh, fuck you Drew!" He waited for a moment to make sure her noise hole has gone into it's recharging mode before confidently adding: "You know it's only eight thirty, right?" The glare she shot him from her narrowed eyes could have melted ice. Still, he pressed on. "Look, I see you are obviously neck deep in what is certainly a landfill sized load of over privileged white girl problems." "Right?" Marissa replied with a victimized mopey tone to her voice. "I am so stressed right now, you don't even know." "Wow. Just, wow." He had no words. "Perhaps, however, I can help cheer you up," he smiled at her. "After all, there is a reason why I've come all this way to see you..."
  27. --==[Manhattan, New York]==-- He had thought it was a rpg, but it wasn't, it was a man. Strike that a Boy. That much was apparent as Agent Twelve rolled back to his feet and assumed a Ke'he'dow' Attack/Defensive stance. The boy spoke but his accent was so unusual that Twelve couldn't really understand what he was saying even though some of the words sounded Anglese. Then the kids hand burst into flames. "Wat? Huo?" Twelve was not easily shaken, but shaken he was.
  28. Mikey was a fast guy, especially dropping from a building, fast, but that speed would not out run a bullet. His senses helped him to slow the world, at least, to the ordinary human that's was the closest approximation. As his brain processed and took in information it often felt like everything else went in to slo-mo while he made his decisions and acted accordingly. His perceptions caught the echo of sound of the next round firing. He knew he couldn't save whomever it was being fired at, he wasn't that good... hell, he'd just gotten these powers a few weeks ago and the most he'd managed to do with them was light can drum fires for the bums in the Kitchen. Hey. It was the little things. He scanned the area and the glimmer of the sniper's scope spurred his body into action. He as certainly no hero, but this was dude was poppin' of slugs in the hood and while he didn't care for hoods in his district, killing them was certainly not the way to handle things (okay, so he was a softy)! He didn't need the wings, they were just for show and kind of fun. Last week it was bat wings, and ealier this week it was insect wings, which looked really cool with veins of multicolored flames wrapping through them. He leapt from the building, thankfully he'd had a good grasp of his ability to fly as gouts of flame exploded from his shoulder blades like a pair of flaming dorsal fins or stabilizers on a plane. From his feet gouted flame like that of a jet engine and from the palms of his hands as well and in a simple motion he soared up into the air looking like an Iron Man without his armor with thrust coming from his back, hands and feet. A trail of heat marked his trajectory as he flew towards the sniper, who decided to cut his losses and turn tail, running back into the building he was firing from. That didn't stop Mikey, he soared right through the window, the room and the door, tackling the man in the hallway of the abandoned tenement building. He hit hard. A bit too hard. He could handle the velocity, but man, that impact when flying into something was sure a bitch. They both tumbled as the sputtering of Mikey's flames extinguished and the rolled in separate directions down the trash filled hallway. The managed to rise to their feet at about the same time, wobbly from the impact they were both struggling to catch their bearings. Mike's sunglasses had fallen off in the tumble. he stood and looked at the man, his eyes were pure white, no hint of color or pupils, just pure Deadpool CGI. "Wrong hood, ass hat. You wanna blow people away, take that shit up to Baltimore or Philly," his hands ignited into thick flames that writhed up his forearms, the moment his hands ignited, his eyes went from white, to being set aflame as well. The flames dances and licked across his eyebrows. His voice was an intense combination of adrenaline and street slang. "So I'm gon' make this shit simple. We gon' walk down them stairs and you're gonna wait with me til the cops arrive, or I'ma start dolling out third degree ass whoopins'. So, you lookin' to get down right here?" He held out his hands, cocked his head and took a step forward egging the man on for a fight.
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